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“He’s sitting on the bed, black jeans and a white T-shirt, knees up, book in hand, and the mundane-ness of the moment makes my heart ache for all the other mundane things I don’t think I’ll get to see him do: clean his teeth, pick up the morning paper, buy some milk, ask for directions— Sam Penny doing any of those things would be poetry, but him like that on the bed with a book is Shakespeare.”
― Jessa Hastings, The Conditions of Will

“The memory came to mind just now. And something I’ve not felt for longer than I care to admit began to take shape. That”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 5

“And hadn’t I always known this? That to be human was to love and love and love, knowing it could only end in tragedy? Every babe in arms was born to this terrible fate, every parent and child, every spouse, every friend and lover and sibling, every uncle and aunt and great-great-grandfather, every found family, all of us bound to the perpetual cycle, all of it so awful and wonderful and inescapable. To love was to live, and to live was to die.”
― Laura Steven, Our Infinite Fates

“if we’re speaking in general terms”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 5